There are some references to bodily functions, including feminine hygiene, in this story, so if that subject is not one you wish to deal with, please read no further.
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Laura had just turned 18 when her family moved to a new town and she was enrolled in the local high school where she knew no one. It was hard being a senior in a school where everyone else seemed to have known each other since kindergarten or at least sophomore year.
The teachers were not especially friendly either and Laura found her young English teacher, Miss Robbins, particularly unwelcoming. After Laura had found a first quiz very challenging, she was called up after class by Miss Robbins, who wore her hair in a blondish French braid and was quite attractive, with a nice figure she presented well in nicely-matched outfits.
Miss Robbins told Laura that she had better be prepared to do a lot of catchup work because it was clear her grammar and spelling, much less her exposure to literature, had been poor. Laura had always managed to pass without doing much work and she realized she had run into trouble here.
After a few weeks she was called up after class again by the young, strict English teacher, who told her that she was likely to recommend that Laura be placed in a sophomore English class and thus required to spend three years in the school if she wished to graduate.
Laura was shocked but Miss Robbins seemed to be pleased with her severe warning.
"I don't think you understand that you will have to do a lot of studying if you intend to stay in this class," she said rather abruptly to Laura. "Of course, you may also opt to come to my place after school for special lessons," she added with almost only a hint of a smile.
Laura was afraid to ask what those lessons included, but she instantly replied, "Yes, Miss Robbins, I'm taking what you say seriously so I would be very interested in whatever special lessons you feel would help me pass this course and graduate this year."
Now Miss Robbins smiled rather broadly and told Laura to meet her in the parking lot right after school ended. "I'll take you to my place and then bring you back here or home if it's not too much farther."
Laura assured her that she lived fairly nearby so she said she would be in the parking lot as directed.
When she arrived at the parking lot, Miss Robbins was already behind the wheel of her little sports car, some kind of fancy Honda NSX. It was fire-engine red and Laura managed to get in the passenger side without her skirt riding up far enough to expose her panties.
Once she was buckled in, Miss Robbins took off from the school parking lot fast enough to inspire some salutes by smiling boys watching the comely teacher. They quickly drove to a fancy apartment complex where Miss Robbins used the electric garage opener and slipped into a parking space near the interior elevator.
Laura got herself out of the low-slung car and followed the teacher to the elevator. She was surprised that Miss Robbins just punched in a code and the elevator sped up to a floor that did not show on the door. Then she told Laura to follow her in.
The apartment was well-furnished and Miss Robbins told Laura to sit down in a deep chair that made her slightly uncomfortable, again because it seemed to push her skirt up and from where Miss Robbins sat, in a comfortable office chair behind a gorgeous inlaid desk, it was clear the teacher could see Laura's maroon thong under her skirt.
Miss Robbins began reading a passage from some book and then asked Laura questions about it. Laura listened and tried to focus and answered the questions fairly easily. Miss Robbins told her that this was a good sign that she was indeed capable of learning the required material.
She gave Laura some sentences to identify grammatical errors and then some words to spell. Laura did not do as well here and Miss Robbins told her she had failed on both parts.
"When you do not pass one of these quizzes," she said, "I will ask you to stand, come over here, lift your skirt well above your waist, and lie across my lap. Depending on how many mistakes you made, I will give you that number of spanks on your panties. The next time you err on your answers, your panties will come down and you will bend over the end of the couch and receive the cane."
Laura was stupefied that she was now going to be spanked and then caned by this strict teacher. But she realized she had no options and failure of the course was not something she wanted to think about.
"I can assure you," Miss Robbins went on, "that these lessons have proved effective for all the pupils to whom they have been offered. So keep studying the assignments I give you and you will find you will have less experience with my hand and the cane on your bottom."
In response to Miss Robbins's nod, Laura stood up and slowly pulled her skirt above her waist. She was embarrassed for the attractive teacher to see her maroon thong but she walked over with as much dignity as she could retain and lay over the teacher's grey-skirted lap.
Miss Robbins immediately began to spank her bottom cheeks alternately and increased the strength of the spanks. Laura soon was in tears and begging the teacher to stop. The comely English teacher smiled, although Laura could not see it, and after giving the girl a few more hard spanks, told her she could stand up now.
Laura sat down gingerly because of her sore bottom and she was embarrassed to sit there with her lower parts on display, even if she still had her thong on and it was in front of another woman. But Miss Robbins immediately began going over the next section of the class curriculum—covering reading comprehension, spelling, grammar, and usage—and Laura began to feel she was really learning this material.
